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Passion, Wit & Bravery, True Love & Duty
Obi-Wan Kenobi, Satine Kryze
summary: 'It had been seventeen years since Obi-Wan Kenobi’s death at the hands of his troopers on Utapau.
In striking coincidence, Ben Kellau’ie had been stationed on Kalevala for seventeen years(.)'
G / 1,195 words
disclaimer: I don't know anybody who knows anybody who knows anybody. This is not canon.
au_bingo prompt Alternate History: Personal life of a character changed.
It had been seventeen years since Obi-Wan Kenobi’s death at the hands of his troopers on Utapau.
In striking coincidence, Ben Kellau’ie had been stationed on Kalevala for seventeen years, serving as the Duchess’s Hand. He was her ambassador, advisor and aide, her confidant and (for the last fifteen years,) husband.
The Duke-Consort was a hairless human whose homeworld was unknown. Facial tattoos suggested a variety of cultures and a thick Coruscanti accent proved nothing. His green eyes suggested he knew something that the others didn’t; and maybe he did, considering he was constantly looking around, scanning the room he was in. That was, of course, when his gaze wasn’t fixed on the Duchess.
At first, the people treated him with distrust. Who was he, and how had he secured this position? The duchess had never needed someone with this title before, and they did not understand why she needed it now. Rumours fluttered that he was Imperial, a spy of some sort, perhaps here to rile the Death Watch to his side.
However, Ben was popular at court. He obviously enjoyed making people laugh, always telling colourful jokes and playing tame practical jokes. He could use his wit to charm and to disarm; it was soon clear that if he believed in something, he did so very strongly, and it was unwise to insult that topic.
After several brushes with the Death Watch and Imperial forces that Ben and the Duchess dealt with, almost dismissed, it was clear that Ben Kellau’ie had their best interests at heart and they welcomed him with open arms.
So the people were openly upset when the couple abdicated suddenly, but respected the privacy the couple so obviously desired and deserved. Satine and Ben still wandered the streets of the capital, arm in arm, laughing and frowning and living out their days deeply in love.
Kalevala was shaken by the news of the Duchess’ death. She was given a state funeral (closed casket) and her husband, though he had not accompanied her on the mission, was never seen of or heard from again. The tombstone over Satine’s grave read:
SATINE KRYZE
BEN KELLAU’IE
passion, wit, bravery
true love & duty
brought them together
and bound them forever.
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Obi-Wan Kenobi had been living on Mandalore for seventeen years.
At first, he served the Duchess. The Duchess’s Hand, like the Emperor had deemed necessary for himself. He was still the negotiator, though under a different crest. His duties kept him in the sky, darting between planets and always gathering information (news on the Empire, updates on Darth Vader, whispers of a rebellion). He remembered why he liked flying when he was younger, now that it was more business-like (and less suicidal).
He has not seen his own hair in seventeen years. It was starting to gray, he knew, little hairs here and there turning white. Age and constant stress (From both the Empire and his wife; they were in love but loved to test each other) did that to humans. He traded in his Jedi robes for fitted slacks and a cloak with padded shoulders- he had to admit he’d lost some muscle and gained some weight in his exile.
His facial tattoos weren’t cultural (not his culture, anyway), but rather tributes to his fallen family. All in yellow ink (for Quinlan), five (Siri, Qui-Gon, Boga, Padmé, Anakin) diamonds (Luminara, Barriss) dripping down his chin. He wore green lenses over his eyes as a final precaution.
When he first arrived, Satine spent most of her time worrying that the Empire would burst though the palace roof. Once she grew accustomed to having Obi-Wan around, she acted as if he had never left. They spent a lot of time bickering, but more time in love (even if they tried to deny it for the first two years.) Satine would hold him close if he wept, and knew when to keep her distance when he angry (it was a new emotion for him, and he never quite knew how to handle it- there was the time he destroyed an entire building by accident, which was quickly covered up as a Death Watch bomb. But at the same time, giving into the anger and the hatred was liberating, and he was more at peace with universe after these episodes than ever before).
They chose to retire after the Corellian Treaty. Obi-Wan desperately wanted to join the rebellion and face Vader. He was prepared to leave Satine (again) but she was offended by the idea and vowed to avenge the death of the Republic. They reached out to old contacts, figuring out who was on which side and one day, Satine apparently revealed too much on a diplomatic mission to Rodia --
He was surprisingly calm.
He added two more diamonds to his chin (for his duchess, his goddess, his love, Satine, and for Ben Kellau’ie).
He retrieved all his belongings from the Lars homestead and settled into an abandoned shack he found in the Tatooine desert.
And then, for a few weeks, he supposed he lost his mind. He’d wake up in the middle of the Flats. He’d find himself fighting with a Tusken or with Jawas yabbering at him, a droid halfway back to his hut. He had splitting headaches and haunting visions.
He wondered if he’d fallen to the Dark Side, but somehow he knew he hadn’t. He decided that his heart had already broken for Anakin, and now his mind broke for Satine.
He grew out his hair, beard and all. He grew into his new life. He introduced himself to Luke when he was drinking in Anchorhead. Luke seemed wary, which Obi-Wan considered a good sign.
Owen wanted him nowhere near the homestead, so Obi-Wan snuck around, watching young Luke. The boy didn’t appear to possess any Force powers, but Obi-Wan knew that he did- he suddenly resented leaving the child with Owen and Beru, who had apparently suppressed their nephew-in-law’s true self.
On that day- that fateful day when he felt something was wrong out there, and he let out the varactyl to scare away to Tuskens and he saw R2-D2 again- he knew what he had to do. He had to join the Rebellion. He had to take Luke with him.
For Padmé. For Satine. For the Republic, for democracy. For the Jedi. For Anakin.
For Obi-Wan Kenobi, Jedi Master, Duke-Consort of Mandalore, The Negotiator.
For himself.
Obi-Wan Kenobi, Satine Kryze
summary: 'It had been seventeen years since Obi-Wan Kenobi’s death at the hands of his troopers on Utapau.
In striking coincidence, Ben Kellau’ie had been stationed on Kalevala for seventeen years(.)'
G / 1,195 words
disclaimer: I don't know anybody who knows anybody who knows anybody. This is not canon.
au_bingo prompt Alternate History: Personal life of a character changed.
It had been seventeen years since Obi-Wan Kenobi’s death at the hands of his troopers on Utapau.
In striking coincidence, Ben Kellau’ie had been stationed on Kalevala for seventeen years, serving as the Duchess’s Hand. He was her ambassador, advisor and aide, her confidant and (for the last fifteen years,) husband.
The Duke-Consort was a hairless human whose homeworld was unknown. Facial tattoos suggested a variety of cultures and a thick Coruscanti accent proved nothing. His green eyes suggested he knew something that the others didn’t; and maybe he did, considering he was constantly looking around, scanning the room he was in. That was, of course, when his gaze wasn’t fixed on the Duchess.
At first, the people treated him with distrust. Who was he, and how had he secured this position? The duchess had never needed someone with this title before, and they did not understand why she needed it now. Rumours fluttered that he was Imperial, a spy of some sort, perhaps here to rile the Death Watch to his side.
However, Ben was popular at court. He obviously enjoyed making people laugh, always telling colourful jokes and playing tame practical jokes. He could use his wit to charm and to disarm; it was soon clear that if he believed in something, he did so very strongly, and it was unwise to insult that topic.
After several brushes with the Death Watch and Imperial forces that Ben and the Duchess dealt with, almost dismissed, it was clear that Ben Kellau’ie had their best interests at heart and they welcomed him with open arms.
So the people were openly upset when the couple abdicated suddenly, but respected the privacy the couple so obviously desired and deserved. Satine and Ben still wandered the streets of the capital, arm in arm, laughing and frowning and living out their days deeply in love.
Kalevala was shaken by the news of the Duchess’ death. She was given a state funeral (closed casket) and her husband, though he had not accompanied her on the mission, was never seen of or heard from again. The tombstone over Satine’s grave read:
SATINE KRYZE
BEN KELLAU’IE
passion, wit, bravery
true love & duty
brought them together
and bound them forever.
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Obi-Wan Kenobi had been living on Mandalore for seventeen years.
At first, he served the Duchess. The Duchess’s Hand, like the Emperor had deemed necessary for himself. He was still the negotiator, though under a different crest. His duties kept him in the sky, darting between planets and always gathering information (news on the Empire, updates on Darth Vader, whispers of a rebellion). He remembered why he liked flying when he was younger, now that it was more business-like (and less suicidal).
He has not seen his own hair in seventeen years. It was starting to gray, he knew, little hairs here and there turning white. Age and constant stress (From both the Empire and his wife; they were in love but loved to test each other) did that to humans. He traded in his Jedi robes for fitted slacks and a cloak with padded shoulders- he had to admit he’d lost some muscle and gained some weight in his exile.
His facial tattoos weren’t cultural (not his culture, anyway), but rather tributes to his fallen family. All in yellow ink (for Quinlan), five (Siri, Qui-Gon, Boga, Padmé, Anakin) diamonds (Luminara, Barriss) dripping down his chin. He wore green lenses over his eyes as a final precaution.
When he first arrived, Satine spent most of her time worrying that the Empire would burst though the palace roof. Once she grew accustomed to having Obi-Wan around, she acted as if he had never left. They spent a lot of time bickering, but more time in love (even if they tried to deny it for the first two years.) Satine would hold him close if he wept, and knew when to keep her distance when he angry (it was a new emotion for him, and he never quite knew how to handle it- there was the time he destroyed an entire building by accident, which was quickly covered up as a Death Watch bomb. But at the same time, giving into the anger and the hatred was liberating, and he was more at peace with universe after these episodes than ever before).
They chose to retire after the Corellian Treaty. Obi-Wan desperately wanted to join the rebellion and face Vader. He was prepared to leave Satine (again) but she was offended by the idea and vowed to avenge the death of the Republic. They reached out to old contacts, figuring out who was on which side and one day, Satine apparently revealed too much on a diplomatic mission to Rodia --
He was surprisingly calm.
He added two more diamonds to his chin (for his duchess, his goddess, his love, Satine, and for Ben Kellau’ie).
He retrieved all his belongings from the Lars homestead and settled into an abandoned shack he found in the Tatooine desert.
And then, for a few weeks, he supposed he lost his mind. He’d wake up in the middle of the Flats. He’d find himself fighting with a Tusken or with Jawas yabbering at him, a droid halfway back to his hut. He had splitting headaches and haunting visions.
He wondered if he’d fallen to the Dark Side, but somehow he knew he hadn’t. He decided that his heart had already broken for Anakin, and now his mind broke for Satine.
He grew out his hair, beard and all. He grew into his new life. He introduced himself to Luke when he was drinking in Anchorhead. Luke seemed wary, which Obi-Wan considered a good sign.
Owen wanted him nowhere near the homestead, so Obi-Wan snuck around, watching young Luke. The boy didn’t appear to possess any Force powers, but Obi-Wan knew that he did- he suddenly resented leaving the child with Owen and Beru, who had apparently suppressed their nephew-in-law’s true self.
On that day- that fateful day when he felt something was wrong out there, and he let out the varactyl to scare away to Tuskens and he saw R2-D2 again- he knew what he had to do. He had to join the Rebellion. He had to take Luke with him.
For Padmé. For Satine. For the Republic, for democracy. For the Jedi. For Anakin.
For Obi-Wan Kenobi, Jedi Master, Duke-Consort of Mandalore, The Negotiator.
For himself.